100wc week 29
DEAD I biked over to the cemetery to give my father's grave some fresh flowers. Like my father, the previous flowers were dead. I placed the flowers down and started to talk about my life so far without him. Just then I felt a breeze of cold air, like some one walked through me. Suddenly a ghost appeared right in front of me, he had faint crimson hair. The ghost said he was the guardian of the cemetery, and any trespassers that come past 6pm will become one of them. The cemetery became misty, I frantically ran to my bike but it was too late.